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"i hide myself within my flower, that wearing on your breast, you, unsuspecting, wear me too — and angels know the rest." - emily dickinson I can't sleep. I had a nice evening despite a troublesome day. I had to put my auto in the shop for regular maintenance alleged to be in the neighborhood of $560.00. They gave me a loaner to use for the day to get to and from the various meetings I had scheduled that could not be avoided. When I arrived to collect my transpo from the dealer, they had tacked an addition $100 or so onto the bill without notifying me. After some inquisitive behavior on my part, we discovered that they made a mistake in spec'ing the parts initially and ended up comping me the parts and labor for that portion. It turned out better than I expected. Sam and I went to dinner since I was back in Houston and Beth and I couldn't celebrate "Champagne Thursday" on the Intercoastal. We had margaritas and yummimex at El Rancho a.k.a. Ted's MILFhouse. It was packed and the food was tasty per usual. I tried to sleep, but my emo swings prevented natural rest. Such sadness. I've had more nightmares recently than I care to remember. Little triggers and trying to get my head around the unfairness of it all just leave me weary. I would very much like to take a vacation, have a chat with God, and find out what I'm supposed to do with what I have left before there isn't anything left with which to do. I would like to rest because I know tomorrow will come early and I have a big meeting downtown. I have an RFP deadline I'm up against and a long drive to the Corpus Christi area. The weekend can't come fast enough. "If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it..."